Rose’s struggles were shaking and rippling her sagging apart fat soft breasts, which drew my attention next. Surveyed her bloody face with the grossly swollen lump where my first hit had crushed her cheekbone, that eye swollen shut and her left eye leaking tears as she stared at me one eyed. I lifted my head, releasing the grip of my hands and letting the weight of the breast pull the bitten teat out from between my teeth, the loose sack of fat slumping back against her chest with the livid and blood seeping indentations of my teeth very visible. I rolled off Rose, kneeling on the shifting waterbed next to her as I again grabbed the flashlight and began beating her again, striking down at the distorted and wounded flesh of her just chewed nipple. My eyes were down from watching the dress tear, giving me a view first of her lower belly and fat flap, my first live look at the slowly fading bruises from her past falls. I grabbed the handles and pushed down hard, twisting to widen the wound path. I kept the pressure up, feeling a stretching tear in the web of muscles around my shaft, the rounded tip of my cock forcing it to wedge between Rose’s guts and organs.
